Nearing his twenty-fourth birthday, with his new degree from
Texas A&M in hand, Harold Voss was prepared to embark on an exceptional career.
What he was not prepared for was the shrinking job market of an economy on the
downward slide. After sending his skeleton resume, listing only some part time
college work-study experience and his 3.84 GPA, out to over 200 companies and
receiving no serious replies, Harold realized that he’d need something extra to
grab the attention of a potential employer.

In recent weeks, an ad had
been appearing in the local papers over and over. The job advertised was for the
temporary position of Census Taker, a position that Harold had considered as
menial and maybe even a little beneath his position of College Graduate.
However, upon giving the matter some thought, he decided that a sterling letter
of recommendation from a government office like the Department of the Census
would make an excellent addition to his flimsy portfolio.

Which brings us to today… a
warm April day in Midlothian, Texas. Harold, clipboard and
pen in hand, stands frozen in mid-knock. He stares forward, unblinking, shocked…
stupefied even! He really shouldn’t have even been here. After all, he’d met his
quota for the day hours ago. But, beating his quota wasn’t his true purpose, the
true goal was to excel and draw attention to his capabilities, to insure that
the department would be unable to deny his request for a letter of
recommendation once he’d blown them away with his drive and professionalism. He
couldn’t just do a good job… he couldn’t just to a great job… Harold had to
succeed by the widest of all margins!

In his mind, Harold heard
the words of his director echoing in his mind… “Your goal is to count every
living soul in your territory. Every human being from mansion to cardboard box
must be counted. Even the ones with neither, must be accounted for!” Thus,
he found himself preparing to survey one more household for the day. Harold was
proud of himself for even seeing the old shack, sitting the way it did, so far
off the road and covered in vines and weeds. He examined the old place, which
appeared to just barely be still standing. His eyes scoured the overgrown
property, and just as he was about to walk on, he noticed some clothes hanging
haphazardly across a couple of limbs of an old tree near the back of the shack.

As he fought his way
through the waist-high foliage and grew near the hovel, he could see that the
windows were all broken… and there wasn’t even a door, only a large opening in
the wall where the front door should have been. Harold began to feel silly for
being there. Clearly this old place was abandoned. “The only things in here to
count will be spiders and rats… maybe a raccoon.” Harold laughed to himself.
Still, he’d come this far, so he might as well knock. The rickety old steps
looked none too sturdy, so Harold leaned far forward to tap on the wall by the
entrance. He raised his hand to knock… and that’s where he froze.

To his utter surprise,
someone was actually living in this old shack! Well, living might have
been an over exaggeration of the situation, but someone was definitely occupying
the dwelling. Lying near the entrance were two men! It only took a brief visual
exam for young Harold to assess that these guys were homeless. Their slightly
dirty appearance and unkempt hair wasn’t the unusual thing though. These men
were both wearing only tattered long-johns. Harold’s analytical mind swirled and
in just a few seconds he put the pieces together. “That explains the clothes out
back!” he reasoned to himself. “They must have gotten caught in the heavy rain
last night, they got back here, stripped down and hung up their clothes and then
went to sleep.” A casual glance around the empty front room of the shack
revealed the only contents, other than the ratty old mattress the bums were
sleeping on, to be several empty beer cans and wine bottles strewn around the
floor.

Harold couldn’t help but be curious about the men and he found himself
examining them closer as they slept. One had longish hair and a bushy beard to
match, while the other had shorter hair that looked as though he may have
recently given himself a haircut. As Harold’s eyes trailed across the men, he
couldn’t help but appreciate the shapes of their bodies, which were clearly
revealed by the tight fitting long-johns they wore. The one with the beard was
slighter of build, but still appeared to be in good condition. He was thin, but
not skinny. He’d passed out draped across his comrade, “Probably to stay warm.”
Harold thought. As the trim man breathed in and out, his round pecs rose and
fell and Harold noticed his pert nipples showing through his thermal undershirt.
The larger fella could only be described as a beefy stud. He’d probably been
very muscular at one time because even now, living the life of a homeless man,
his body was still admirable. The tight, dingy material of his underclothes
clung to his frame, leaving little to the imagination. In fact, in the dim
light, if Harold squinted his eyes, the big fella looked naked. He was lying
with his back toward the door and Harold felt a little odd as his cock stirred
when he noticed one of the buttons missing from the back-door of his thermals,
allowing the flap to fall half open, revealing one of his thick, round and hairy
buttocks.

While Harold was enjoying
the view of the nearly naked men, the slimmer one grunted and rolled over
slightly, giving Harold his first clear look at the man’s face. Right away,
Harold had the notion that the face was familiar… but how could it be? He didn’t
know any homeless people. Harold went back to his uninvited admiring of the
unusually attractive, scantily clad men… but his eyes kept falling back on the
trim man’s face. The longer he stared, the more sure he was that he’d met this
man before. Harold was on the cusp of deciding that it was only his physical
attraction to the man that was making him seem familiar, knowing in his heart
that had the situation been different this man… both of them in fact… would have
been someone that he would have liked to know.

He was just about to turn
and leave when something struck Harold. He leaned in through the rotted door
frame and stared closely at the shaggy man. In his mind, he was instantly
whisked back to his childhood in Pennsylvania. He used to climb on an old wooden
stool and stare at the pictures his grandmother kept arranged neatly on the
mantelpiece above the fireplace in her living room. He loved listening to her
tell the tales of who the interesting faces were and where they lived.

There had always been one story that Harold found especially
fascinating… the story of his Gramma’s baby brother, Gus. Gus had grown to be
the bad apple his family and it had often been said that he’d sprang from his
Mama, drinkin’, cussin’, fightin’ and whorin’. Gus’ Pa had gotten him a good job
at one of the steel mills, but it didn’t last long. Headstrong Gus had gotten
into some kind of argument with his foreman and gotten fired. His response to
the situation was to go out and get rip-roarin’ drunk. That night, in his
alcohol stupor, Gus had crashed his pick-up into the rear of the foreman’s brand
new Buick… seven times!

No one was surprised when
Gus was sentenced a stiff jail sentence. While he was in jail, he’d done no
better a job at staying out of trouble. He’d fight, brawl and cause all kinds of
trouble with the guards. During one of these fights, Gus had been pulled off of
a man in the mess hall and dragged, kicking and screaming, back to his cell. The guards had tossed him inside and, just
like a rabid dog, Gus had lunged back towards the door! The heavy barred door
slammed shut on his hand, catching one of his fingers in the latch and pinching
it clean off! Then, once he’d finally served all of his time, Gus skipped town
and no one had ever heard from him again.

Harold had, long ago
committed the handsome face and sexy body of his Great Uncle to memory from the
photo of him on his Gramma’s mantle. He’d spent many night time moments, just
before falling to sleep, with his hand stroking his eager, young prick as he
imagined the adventures that Gus must’ve had in jail. Everyone knew the tales of
horny men locked up behind bars and how they used their sexuality to get what
they wanted. Young Harold guessed, from the over-stuffed cock-box he showed in
his old photograph, that his uncle had enough in his pants to get just about
anything he’d want. Harold fantasized about his hung Uncle Gus casually
hanging out in his cell with his cock hanging out, just waiting for a taker.

Harold smiled to himself, finally realizing that this bum, though older, fuzzier and more haggard, bared a resemblance to his
Great Uncle Gus. His big beard hid a lot of his face, but the similarity in the eyes was unmistakable. Glad to have made the connection and figured
out why this stranger seemed familiar,

Harold once again
prepared to turn and leave. Just then he heard a heavy cough! Harold stared
forward and watched as the smaller guy propped himself up in front of his buddy
and gave a long stretch. When the bum’s hands stretched above his head, he
wiggled his fingers as he yawned.

Instantly, Harold was dumbstruck and his eyes
grew wide! There it was… on the guy’s left hand… or more correctly said,
There it wasn’t! More than half of this guy’s index finger was missing!
Quickly, Harold jumped to the side of the door and hid as his heart raced
wildly.

The young census taker’s
mind whirled with the possibility and impossibility of the situation. Could this
homeless guy be his Great Uncle?! “No way.” Harold mumbled to himself as he
crept around to the side of the old house slid closer to one of the broken
windows to listen. Inside the shack, he heard the waking bum coughing and
spitting as he wrestled himself from a deep, drunken sleep. Carefully, Harold
peeked over the rotten window sill and watched unseen.

The slender trespasser
leaned back against his buddy and then looked down at him with a crooked smile.
Casually he laid his hand on the big man’s stomach and made a few little
circles. “Come on, time to wake up.” he muttered. His buddy remained silent and
still. The crooked smile left the guy’s face and he slapped his companion on the
stomach and then pinched his thick thigh. “Wake up! Ya big bastard.” he croaked.
This time, the bigger guy grunted a little and shifted his weight but didn’t
open his eyes. Frustration showed on the slim guy’s face as he looked groggily
around the empty room.

Harold ducked down quickly
and then began to wonder how safe it was for him to be spying on a couple of
hung-over homeless guys. He decided that he’d have one more peek and then he’d
slip away and leave the men in peace. Silently, Harold stuck his head back over
the window sill and watched. The guy who was awake dropped his chin and sat
still for several seconds. At first Harold thought he’d passed back out, but
then the fella took his hand off his buddy’s belly and moved it to his own
crotch. Harold’s jaw dropped a little as he watched the bum begin squeezing and
tugging at what was obviously a waking hard-on. The guy’s dirty hand gripped his
thermal covered cock and rubbed it up and down. He looked over at his buddy and
then back down to his own crotch. Roughly, the groggy bum wiggled his fingers
into the fly of his long-johns and spread it open. One hand, the one with the
missing finger, held the fly open while he awkwardly fished his long, stiff cock
free of the restrictive material.

Harold’s own cock grew
steadily stiff as he watched the bum begin to loosely finger his long prick.
Slowly, he slid the thick foreskin back and forth allowing the smooth head to
repeatedly peek out from its fleshy hood. Harold’s heard pounded with excitement
as he watched. There are precious few opportunities to watch a strange guy jerk
his cock off in Midlothian… and Harold was loving being able to watch… even if the guy was a dirty
homeless man. The trim fella gripped his thick cock at its hairy base and gave
it several long strokes. Harold noticed the guys eyes become bright and clear as
horniness forced sleep to retreat. Knowing that the turned-on bum was now wide
awake, made Harold even more nervous about hanging around, so slowly he lowered
himself from the window and began to walk away. However, the conversation coming
from inside the house glued him to the spot and forbid him to move another inch.

Now wide awake, and very
horny, the bushy faced bum began pawing at his sleeping buddy. His big, dirty
hands made their way inside the rear flap of the bigger guy’s long-johns and he
rubs and patted the furry mounds of flesh he found there.

Still the large man
just lied still, snoring softly. Growing more frustrated the more eager fella
frowned and crinkled his forehead. “I know you ain’t sleepin’ no more, fucker!
We had a deal. I got the booze this time, so you owe me some ass, damn-it! Now
Sal, you roll that big ass over and pay up!” barked the horny wino. Before Harold
had even really processed the comment, the other guy spoke and it was his
comment that nearly knocked the breath from Harold’s lungs. In a deep voice, the
big guy grumbled, “Damn you, Gus. Can’t a man sleep off a quart of rot-gut
without you aggravatin’ the shit out of him?!” Instantly, Harold doubted his own
ears! Had the bigger guy called his buddy… “Gus”? He ran the comment over and
over in his mind, trying to figure out where he might have misunderstood, but
quickly he knew that he hadn’t misunderstood at all… he also knew that the
coincidences were too many. The homeless guy inside had to be his Great
Uncle Gus!

Harold had no choice but to
slip back to the window and look inside… no one could have resisted such a
situation. He peered inside and saw Gus, still sitting on the floor beside Sal
with his boner jutting from his fly. The look on his face was a mixture of anger
and disappointment as he sat there stroking his cock roughly. Quietly he
mumbled, “It ain’t fair, damn-it. Oversized, hairy sum-bitch stuck his dick up
my ass four times last week. It’s my fuckin’ turn… I got the booze!”

Young Harold couldn’t help
but grin. “Who knew a bum could pout?” he thought to himself as he looked on.
Gus scooted to his knees, clearly repositioning himself to get a better grip on
his long cock. He fished his balls free of their confines and then began truly
working his cock. Clearly he was a horny man who wasn’t happy about having to
jerk himself off, but as he stroked his swollen rod, the anger melted from his
face and a look of pleasure replaced it. As any man does, he clearly knew how to
make himself feel good, and within a minute or two he was cooing and grunting
with pleasure as his hands manipulated his handsome cock and big balls.

Harold looked around the
overgrown property and as soon as he felt sure that he was out of sight of the
road, he unhitched his belt and then opened his khakis. He felt relief as his
own rigid cock sprang from his boxers and he groaned to himself as his fingers
wrapped themselves around his smooth, young prick. He began mimicking Gus’
motions… stroking his cock and then stopping to massage his balls. Harold took
random glances at Sal, lying on the floor behind Gus. Again, Harold found
himself admiring the large handsome winos. “He must have really been a good
looking man in his day… hell, he still is!” Harold mused. Sal’s poorly cut hair
was thick and he’d obviously shaved when he cut his hair. The dense beard
stubble on his face gave him a rugged, manly look. From his new vantage point,
Harold could also finally see Sal’s crotch. His cock and balls were a large
package and his old thermals clearly had a difficult time holding them in.
Harold sympathized with his Uncle Gus, it was easy to see why he wanted to fuck
this big man… but at the same time, Harold certainly wouldn’t have complained
about having to take Sal’s manhood up his ass four times in the last week. In
fact, in the right situation, either of these crass men would have made
excellent playmates for a horny college man.

Harold’s eyes raced back
and forth between his masturbating uncle and the big stud on the floor beside
him. He began to notice what looked to be an increase in the bulge of Sal’s
crotch. He stared closely and watched carefully. It didn’t take long for him to
realize that he was right. Slowly but steadily, Sal’s thick cock was growing
stiff. The length of it slid across from his groin and made its way into the leg
of his long-johns. Harold looked into Sal’s face and began to smile. Sal wasn’t
sleeping at all! He was wide awake and taking in Gus’ performance. He clearly
liked watching his buddy getting himself off. Oh, so slowly, the big man slipped
his hand forward and began to clumsily fumble with his fly with one hand while
he toyed playfully with Gus’ balls. After several minutes, he carefully worked
his own stiffening beef free and pulled it out into the open air. He smiled to
himself as he stroked his cock and watched his buddy. The two men stroked their
cocks in perfect time, both enjoying themselves and both growing ever closer to
blowing their load as Harold watched, blissfully stroking his own horny prick.

Harold’s loose cotton pants
and underwear soon made their way down to his ankles, but he didn’t care. He
felt dirty, standing in the open, stroking his cock while watching two strangers
get off. The warm air blew past his ass and his sensitive balls, making the
sensation of his hand on his cock seem all the more erotic. He gripped the aged
window sill with one hand as he violently pumped his cock with the other!

His eyes grew wide as he watched Gus begin to thrust his hips to and fro,
fucking his rigid cock in and out of his clenched fist. A long, low moan crept
through the air and floated onto Harold’s ears as Gus began to unload. A thick,
flowing river of warm semen began to flow from his long thick manhood as his
hand expertly manipulated the shaft and sensitive head. Like a horny teenager
amazed at the new knowledge of what pleasure his cock can bring, Gus fingered
the cum-covered head of his twitching cock. His fingers drew out long strings of
the shiny fluid as he toyed with himself.

Harold’s young cock grew
even harder as he watched Sal lick his lips and lean forward. Slowly, almost
tenderly, he began to lick and nibble on his buddy’s cummy fingers. The rugged
stud opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the stub of Gus’ missing index
finger and he began to grunt softly as he sucked the short digit clean.

At that moment Harold
crested the limit of his reserve and that familiar tension began to grow in his
balls and he felt them grow tight. His legs trembled and he rocked his ass to
and fro in a mock fucking action. He glued his eyes on the two mature men inside
the old house, taking his pleasure from theirs. The clouds in the sky parted,
and as the sunlight crept through the vacant windows, glistening brightly in the
heavy drops of oozing pre-cum escaping from Sal’s freshly aroused cock. As he
focused on the drops of man-juice oozing from both huge pricks, Harold began to
cum! He ground his teeth together, fighting back the urge to cry out, as his hot
spunk launched from his cock and splattered heavily on the rotting siding on the
house! His fingers sank into the rotten wood of the window sill and without
knowing it, he ripped a large chunk of the wood free!

The splintering old sill
crackled and popped as it came loose in Harold’s hand. With his handhold gone,
the exposed census taker lost his balance and his shaky legs failed him. He fell
back with a loud rustle into the deep weeds & vines growing around the house.
Almost instantly, Gus and Sal appeared in the broken window and stared down at
Harold. He lay there on his back, tangled in the high weeds, his pants around
his ankles and his still erupting cock coating his stomach in thick, white
semen.

Harold knew that he’d be unable to stand, so the instant that the two
men vanished from the window, he rolled onto his stomach and began to crawl! Gus
and Sal tore out the front door, their own rigid cocks still jutting from their
open flies, and ran around the side of the house! Harold had only managed to
crawl a few yards before then men pounced on him. With little effort, the two
road-savvy men hauled the boy up and began dragging him around the house with
his feet still bound by his tangled khaki pants and underwear.

The men hauled Harold
through the door and then shoved him onto the floor. He fell forward, landing
with a loud thud on his stomach, his knees awkwardly spread and his ankles bound
together. Harold didn’t bother to deny his guilt. He had, after all, been caught
with his pants down… literally! What other excuse could there possibly be? So,
rather than argue with the men, he laid there, silent on the floor, waiting to
see what would come next.

Gus and Sal stood over Harold, looking down at him, splayed awkwardly on
the floor. It was a pitiable looking sight… but with his perfect, young ass
exposed and the drops of cum he’d dribbled onto the floorboards around where he
lay, Harold was also an enjoyable and lusty sight. “Well lookie here, Gus. Looks
to me like you might just get ya some ass today after all.” Sal said, in his
low, masculine tone. Harold, not knowing where he’d go, began scrambling away.
But one heavy foot on his tangled pants halted his hopeless escape attempt.

Almost instantly, the boy felt a heavy foot
pressing down between his shoulder-blades. Without looking behind him, he knew
somehow that it was Sal’s foot. He began to feel Gus tugging at his shoes and
trousers. Finally, he managed to untie the shoes and rip the tangled pants from
Harold’s feet, leaving the young man fully exposed from the waist down. Harold
couldn’t imagine what he must look like… sprawled naked on the floor except for
a torn polo shirt and his glasses, which had miraculously stayed in place.

“Hey guys, please… come on
now. I was…” Harold began, but Sal simply increased the pressure of his foot
onto the boy’s back, forcing the air from his lungs and silencing him. The next
thing he knew, he felt Gus squirming between his spread legs and before he could
even wonder why, his young asshole was filled with his uncle’s slimy tongue! Gus
grunted and groaned as he licked every inch of Harold’s bubble butt and the
tender hole inside. He rooted his way down between the boy’s legs, licking and
chewing on his tender taint and sensitive balls. At first, Harold bucked against
the intrusion and struggled to pull away, but as the moments passed and Gus’
talented tongue began to creep deeper and deeper inside his puckered asshole,
Harold began to feel his cock growing hard beneath him once again. He lay there
silent on the floor, allowing Gus to eat him out… knowing it was preparation for
something more to come.

Sal removed his foot from
Harold’s back and then stood astraddle of him, facing his pal, Gus. The big man
lowered his knees to the floor on each side of Harold and then rested his big
ass on the boy’s back. Harold felt Sal’s big hands gripping his soft ass-cheeks
and pulling them apart gently, allowing Gus full access to the paradise within.
Soon, Harold was drawn into the pleasure being forced on him and he relaxed.
Slowly he turned his open ass upward, encouraging Gus to do as he wanted. Sal
stood and stepped out of the way and instantly his weight was replaced by Gus’.
Harold’s homeless great uncle had lain atop of him and was expertly positioning
his long, uncut cock for an unobstructed entry into his hairless, spit-primed
asshole.

For a fleeting instant,
Harold wondered, “Where did I leave my clipboard?” and then it happened… he was
being fucked! His tender hole was being pried open as Gus pressed his eager cock
into the soft, pink warmth of his trembling ass! Harold cried out, but was
quickly silenced by Sal’s large hand covering his open mouth. After a few
minutes, Sal removed his hand slowly and the empty, dilapidated room was filled
with Harold’s soft moaning. The men knew instantly that their young spy was
enjoying his newfound position on the dirty floor of their temporary home. Sal
began tugging at the boy, coaxing him up onto his knees. The panting kid rose up
and was amazed that Gus was able to keep his entire cock buried during the
repositioning. Then, as Gus returned to sliding his needy meat in and out of
Harold’s ass, Sal dropped to his knees in front of his new toy.

The big, hairy stud’s musky
man-scent filled Harold nostrils and he was amazed the smell wasn’t bad… in
fact, he loved it. The heavy smell of Sal’s cock and balls turned him on and he
found himself eager to taste the large, dripping cock. As soon as the slimy
cock-head pressed against the boy’s lips, he opened his mouth wide and gladly
accepted Sal inside. It wasn’t necessary for Harold to move at all… the men took
care of all the work. Harold was being fucked at both ends and he was in heaven!
He savored every inch of both cocks as each slid inside one of his hungry holes.

Within seconds, Harold felt
Sal’s hands on the back of his head and instantly, savory, hot cum began flowing
from the hairy buck’s shaft. Harold groaned in appreciation as he allowed his
mouth to fill with Sal’s load. The boy’s tongue rolled around and around the
sensitive head of the big cock filling his mouth, urging it to continue spilling
its seed. Gently he swallowed, loving the feeling of the thick load rolling to
the back of his mouth and then coating his throat on it was to his gut. After a
while Sal began pulling his semi-soft cock from Harold’s objecting mouth. The
young cock-hound sucked hard on the pleasure flesh, not wanting to release it.
Sal whispered, “Come on now, don’t be greedy. Greedy boys sometimes miss out on
even better things.”

Harold was immediately
curious as to the meaning of Sal’s comment, but he did as he was urged and
slowly allowed the big cock to slide from his mouth. “Is that some good ass,
buddy?” Sal asked Gus. Through pants and rough grunts, Gus made it clear that he
was loving Harold’s underused fuck-hole. At that particular moment, as Harold
rolled his hips to meet each stroke of Gus’ shaft in his ass, he wasn’t even
aware of the completely rigid condition of his own cock. But then Sal wrapped
his large hand around it. The sensation made Harold jump and he instantly began
trying to fuck his dick into Sal’s fist. Again Sal laughed and said, “What did I
just tell you about greedy boys?” Reluctantly, Harold grew still and just
whimpered as Sal fondled his steeled cock and tight balls.

The boy felt disappointed when Sal released him. He’d hoped the big man
would jerk him off. He’d fantasized about blasting his load onto the filthy
floor at the exact moment that his uncle began unloading deep in his hungry
hole. That disappointment was whisked away instantly as Sal stepped in front of
him. The grunting kid looked up longingly at the handsome brute. He watched as
Sal gripped the sides of his open fly and spread it wide. His arms flexed and he
continued to pull at the opening. With little resistance, the old fabric
instantly began to tear. Harold and Gus watched as the tear grew larger and
larger, eventually splitting the old long-johns wide open. Without wasting a
single second, Harold lunged forward and clumsily sucked Sal’s beautiful, thick
cock into his mouth. Harold tried valiantly to swallow the full length of the
swollen meat filling his mouth. He gagged several times and his eyes watered,
but still he sucked the bull beef hungrily as his mouth was filled with the ripe
taste of Sal’s viscous pre-cum.

Eventually, a steady rhythm
emerged and Harold felt pleased with himself as nearly all of Sal’s slimy cock
disappeared and reappeared from between his drooling lips. He was sure that the
hulking bum would soon be feeding him a load of hot cum, but yet again, Sal had
other plans. Teasingly, Sal gently continued tugging at the large rip in the
front of his long underwear until his entire upper body was exposed. He freed
his muscled arms, allowing the bulk of his tattered under-suit to fall away and
hang by his sides. Only the tight material from his thighs to his ankles
remained intact. As though it were a striptease, the mountain of manhood
seductively slid the remnants of his shredded thermals from his legs and stood
there for a few moments, enjoying the lust in Harold’s eyes as the hungry young
buck drank in the sight of the naked stud. With a smile, Sal turned and lowered
himself to his hands and knees, giving Harold the full view of his beefy, hairy
backside, causing the sex-crazed boy to lick his lips in anticipation of the
discovery of what this amazing man’s ass tasted like.

At a maddeningly slow pace,
Sal scooted back and soon his furry bottom was right in Harold’s face.
Carefully, he lowered his thick chest to the floor, opening himself up as an
ass-buffet for young Harold, who wasted no time in diving in. Once again he was
surprised by the scent of Sal’s most private parts. There was no odor, just the
strong scent of manhood. He began by gently licking and nibbling at the firm,
beefy cheeks and then worked his way to the sultry, dark space between. Sal was
unable to hold back a loud chirp when the tip of Harold’s tongue hit his hairy
asshole. With no encouragement, Harold’s tongue began tickling at Sal’s
twitching pucker, and it didn’t take long for the talented young fellow to
unlock the tightly sealed lips of his manly backdoor. With a loud moan, Sal
relaxed and rewarded Harold’s efforts. With Gus’ encouragement, Harold’s stiff
tongue dove through Sal’s musky outer ring, causing the horny homeless stud’s
heavily hanging cock to bounce and twitch beneath him. “That’s it, you horny
little fucker… eat my buddy’s asshole. Get in there nice and deep… open him up…
he loves it.” Gus growled, motivating Harold to do his level best to pleasure
Sal’s sexy, open ass. The entire event was nearly overwhelming to young Harold
and he couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps the whole day was just a dream.

For a long while, Harold
tongue-fucked Sal’s open ass until finally it was time. Sal began scooting
backward, carefully nudging his way under Harold’s chest and then his stomach.
Gus smiled, knowing full well what a treat Harold was about to be given. Once
Sal had backed himself completely under Harold, he reached around and gripped
the boy’s solid fuck-pole and maneuvered the head firmly against his slimy
asshole. Harold was unable to wait for an invitation and he instinctively pumped
his hips forward, forcing the head of his cock inside Sal. The big man was
surprised, but refused to let the boy know that, so he backed himself further
into Harold’s groin, forcing every inch of his young cock inside the sweltering
manhole. Both Harold and Sal let out loud, moans as Gus smiled and continued to
fuck his grandnephew. Within a surprisingly brief period of time, the horny
threesome fell into a seamless rhythm of fucking and being fucked. The wild
sensations tearing through Harold threatened to render him unconscious! The wet
warmth surrounding his stiff cock combined with the intense feeling of Gus’ firm
meat punch-fucking his ass as it slammed repeatedly against his reactive
prostate, kept him teetering on the edge of what would surely be the most
amazing orgasm he’d ever enjoyed.

The sun warmed the old
abandoned house and soon all three men were shimmering with sweat. Gus urged
Harold to stop moving and the boy did as he was told. With great precision, Gus
sawed his cock in and out of Howard’s ass, while Sal rolled and bucked his ass,
working Harold’s cock in and out of sloppy fuck-hole. The tempo escalated until
the smooth rhythm fell apart and it was every man for himself! Hips lurched and
cocks swelled, as the pile of undulating flesh cruised towards an amazing
climax. The fucking became animalistic and almost violent… and they all loved
it!

Gus
was the first to pop his cannon and he loudly made it known that he was,
“Filling that boy-cunt!” Harold clawed at the floor as he felt his inner gut
become bathed in Gus’ heavy cum-load. Gus continued fucking the boy, pulling
thick globs of his spent lust out of the over-fucked hole. The white globs
splattered onto the floor and rolled down the inside of Harold’s firm, young
thighs. Gus’s fucking slowed and quickly Harold barked, “Don’t you dare stop
fucking me you filthy bastard! Leave it in me! Use your big cock to fuck the cum
out of meeeee!” and with that Harold lost his second load. The warm fluid poured
from him and was collected deep in the bowels of the stud beneath him. Sal’s
eyes closed and he groaned loudly as he felt his long, thick cock begin
bouncing, slapping against his furry stomach. His cock clenched tight and his
balls climbed high in their hairy sack as hot cum began to dribble from Sal’s
fat cock-head. Sal slid his hand beneath him and reached back for his twitching
meat. The first few globs of cum puddled in his palm and were then quickly
smeared all over his boned manhood. Sal’s big hand slid back and forth on his
cock, using the warm cum as lube to help him angrily coax the remainder of his
load from his over-full balls.

The sweaty, spent men parted and Howard accompanied the two older men
out back to retrieve their dry clothes. As Gus and Sal dressed, Howard darted
around the house and retrieved his clipboard. He returned and casually explained
what had brought him to the old house in the first place. The guys laughed and
agreed to give as much pertinent information to their new friend as they could.
Harold worked on Sal’s info and then began Gus’. As soon as Gus offered his last
name, Estenson, Harold said, “My grandmother’s last name was Estenson… but she
was from Pennsylvania.” Gus chuckled and said, “That’s wild. My mama was an Estenson in Pennsylvania.” They casually laughed about
the similarity and then Harold said, in a drop-dead-serious tone, “You’re Gustov
Estenson. Your mother was Eugenia Estenson, born Eugenia Karsten in Sweden.”
Then he reached out and took Gus by the hand and caressed his stumped digit,
saying. “You lost this is a jail-cell door.”

A puzzled look came to Gus’
face, but before he could speak, Harold pulled out a photo from his wallet and
handed it to Gus. In the old photo was a picture of an older lady and gentleman
with two men and a young woman holding a baby. Harold spoke as he pointed to the
people in the picture, starting with the baby. “This is me, being held by my
mom. These are her older brothers, Burt and Henry. This is my grandfather, Louis
and this is my grandmother… Eugenia Estenson.”

As Gus studied the picture,
his eyes grew soft and he looked up at Harold. Harold gave a sly grin and then
stepped to his great uncle. He gently took his heavy cock in hand and squeezed
it while saying, “Damn good to meet ya… Uncle Gus.”

The End

Alan "Woofy" Winkler was born in rural North
Carolina. He is proud to have lived through and enjoyed the music and mayhem of
the 1980s. (Eurythmics and Animotion anyone?) Woofy has experienced both country
living and city life. His vocations have ranged from janitor... to corporate
professional... to male model. He's even spent a couple of years in the driver's
seat of an eighteen-wheeler.

Woofy's writing of adult erotic fiction began when he was invited to pen a story
for submission to Handjobs Magazine. The story (Texas Hot Tub) was well
received and appeared in two parts in the April and May 2002 issues. Since then,
he's written many stories for Handjobs. His current Handjobs projects are two
consecutive trucker themed series. "Ride'n The Zipper" - which tells of
the experiences of a seasoned trucker (J.T.) and his new trainee (Luke) as they
travel the lower 48, and "Roscoe Trucking Company" - a collection of
tales sharing a behind the scenes look at the adventures of 12 different
truckers. These stories can be read monthly from January 2011 through December
2012. Each episode is illustrated with original artwork by the artist Roscoe (
www.roscoestuff.com
)

"Brave Men Do - When Lust is Relative" was Alan's first collection of
Incest and daddy/boy stories. Published right on its heels was "Brave Men Do 2 -
Fun in a Plain brown Wrapper" a second collection of incestuous toned stories.
The third book, an illustrated erotic novel based on a studly mountain man named
Buck and his mischievous family, is currently waiting in the wings and should be
available in the Spring of 2013!

He has interest in writing for the adult film industry and is currently
available for Private Commissions. Please contact him for information.

If you'd like to know more about him and his
writing, click the image below and visit his website! You MUST be 18 or
over!

It is with deep regret I received the news
today, December 9, 2012, from writer Alan "Woofy" Winkler, that Calvin "CMan"
Washington passed away at 12:24 AM on Saturday, December 8, 2012. He was struck
by a drunk driver while traveling home from the library on November 27th, and
was air lifted to a hospital in Fort Worth, TX in critical condition. He died,
early Saturday morning, during an emergency operating procedure.

This is a collection of poser work consisting of a variety
of artists. With most of them, I only have a few samples of their work and have
not found a way to contact them. Others, I have seven or eight of their renders,
but likewise, don't know how to contact them. The names, with the files, and many are without signatures,
are how they were presented to me by donors. If they are in error, or if your
name appears on a render you did not create, please contact me and let me know.
If you do not wish to have your renders appear at Daddyshere, please let me
know.

If you, viewing this page, are one of the artists, or know
how to contact the artists, please write to me. I would very much like to create
a solo page of that work. All should contact me via

This page contains photo and artwork images of
young and older men and erotic relationships between the two. If you find this subject
objectionable, I suggest you move on to another page or another site!

The new pages for Daddys & Sons ~
Older/Younger Men's photos and toons.

The pages at Daddy's Men & Boyz, also contains photos and artwork images of
young and older men and erotic relationships between the two. If you find this subject
objectionable, I suggest you move on to another page or another site!

Collection
of

AND

These are
erotic, animated gifs that I've received via the Internet and/or email!

Got
similar, short videos you'd like to share? Send them to me and I'll place them
here! They
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